Y□a□s pass□□, and Marcus's de□ds beca□e the s□uff of□l□□e□d. H□s□name was □□o□en with rever□nce, h□s tales tol□□and retold to eager ears. Young □arriors aspired to b□ like Marcus, □o □mbo□y the same courage and hon□r □hat □e had d□s□layed o□ th□ ba□tl□field. □□o□□h M□rcus had long since pas□□d i□to the real□□of □y□h an□ □egend, his le□acy lived on□□a shining be□con of hope an□ ins□□ration for gen□r□t□ons t□ co□e.□/p>□